spoon. by kirby2cool! Lyrics
[Intro]
🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄
House c-cat
HYSTERIA
Buck, should I get it?
[Verse 1: kirby2cool!]
I hit my bitch with a spoon
And I already told you don't fuck up my mood
But you're still trynna do it, now I'm trying you
Fucking you up, till I fuck up my shoes
Right up the bottom, my clothes are falling
No wonder, these rappers keep flocking, their capping
I'm god, you rap like a top but you act like a bottom
Bitch, you ain't poppin' you starting a problem
I'm boutta turn your whole team into smithereens
Boy you ain't hard, body language is fidgety
My bitch too big for my pants, it ain't fittin' me
You go forever, I'll wait til' infinity
[?], mac and cheese
Ain't even done with the song and I'm clappin' cheeks
Ain't even writing my verses like a masterpiece
If you ain't even bumpin' your shit, your a tragedy
I just sold weed to the ice cream man
I should blow up all my plane, make a hype beast mad
I got no Kirby then I might be trash
Already yell too much, I think I might be mad
I still go on the protagonist, you're a Billbo
Anaconda they grabbing you, kill throat
You just mad you don't got my skill, ho
Your bitch just sees you as a dildo
Why in the fuck are you talking to me?
Just wasting my time, it's exhausting for me
Murder the beats, so I don't know what to bring
I think you're making a [?] for me
I wouldn't give you 5 dollars to blow me
You are not shit to me, you are below me
I hope you know that you are gonna die lonely
If I'm your father, you're gonna die slowly
[Verse 2: NERVEXX]
Ayy, what though
Suck to be in my mind
I got two racks on the Devil's time
And they need more love, damn what [?]
You ain't built like this, sayin' wastin' my time
I gotta run up on a motherfucker stuckin' that shit up
But got more bands, than a cannabis dealer
You fake don't [?] for a feature
Your moms my type, keep running a preacher
I can't be talking that shit cause I pray on my balls
I'm late for my meeting, I'm poppin' a [?]
You sayin' I'm addicted, I'm racin' these thoughts
Location, bitch? Savin' my time up
Hope make you pacing the line up
No bet, I'm the underdog
You mufucks ain't shit, even [?] the cause
[Verse 3: GXNER]
Blew out the back, out the back of that ho
And I make it pop like a soda, no Coke
Get top in the back then I switch to the rolls
Got two hundred tecs, I got too many poles
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Pockets too fat they be gaining some weight
I'm feeling like Kirby the bong finna break
Saw me in public I'm popping his brain
Knocking out his skull
Put his brains all on the wall
I'ma walk around the halls
Ho I can not stand you all
Back, move back, move back, move back yeah
[Verse 4: Mango The Only]
Who the fuck are you? I'm MANGO THE ONLY!
Better buckle in, I swallow Vicodin
I put the emphasis in Hysteria, pack a bitch
Let's go cause a riot, I promise you we the fish
Outta the catacombs now I'm speakin' in the gibberish
Bitches be flowin', like in a minute I'ma finish it
Lit shit flow sick than fucking syphilis
Blunt so fat, would of thought there was a kid in it
Class clown, better pull up with bag now
Bat down, better pull up with the rats out
Unemployed, but I really want the cash now
Joe Biden, better figure up all this shit out
Ayy, Kirby
Remember that one time I put a sardine in your fucking peanut butter jelly sandwich
[Verse 5: SEMTEXX]
Bitch, I'ma blow up
I do not pick up the phone, uh
All of you pussies been fake, wasted
Stuck in my room, I don't know what the today is
Yeah, I got left [?] bitch and I'm gonna lose my shit
He could just eat my fist
Get your bitch fucked
[?] I can not give a fuck
I got [?]
I cannot sleep with these thoughts in my head
[?]
I open you like a [?]
Demons I hang with the reaper
[?]
[Verse 6: guap sensei]
[?]
[Outro: ?]
This following is brought to you by Hysteria
Where we all have issues
Ahh
🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄🥄
House c-cat
HYSTERIA
Buck, should I get it?
[Verse 1: kirby2cool!]
I hit my bitch with a spoon
And I already told you don't fuck up my mood
But you're still trynna do it, now I'm trying you
Fucking you up, till I fuck up my shoes
Right up the bottom, my clothes are falling
No wonder, these rappers keep flocking, their capping
I'm god, you rap like a top but you act like a bottom
Bitch, you ain't poppin' you starting a problem
I'm boutta turn your whole team into smithereens
Boy you ain't hard, body language is fidgety
My bitch too big for my pants, it ain't fittin' me
You go forever, I'll wait til' infinity
[?], mac and cheese
Ain't even done with the song and I'm clappin' cheeks
Ain't even writing my verses like a masterpiece
If you ain't even bumpin' your shit, your a tragedy
I just sold weed to the ice cream man
I should blow up all my plane, make a hype beast mad
I got no Kirby then I might be trash
Already yell too much, I think I might be mad
I still go on the protagonist, you're a Billbo
Anaconda they grabbing you, kill throat
You just mad you don't got my skill, ho
Your bitch just sees you as a dildo
Why in the fuck are you talking to me?
Just wasting my time, it's exhausting for me
Murder the beats, so I don't know what to bring
I think you're making a [?] for me
I wouldn't give you 5 dollars to blow me
You are not shit to me, you are below me
I hope you know that you are gonna die lonely
If I'm your father, you're gonna die slowly
[Verse 2: NERVEXX]
Ayy, what though
Suck to be in my mind
I got two racks on the Devil's time
And they need more love, damn what [?]
You ain't built like this, sayin' wastin' my time
I gotta run up on a motherfucker stuckin' that shit up
But got more bands, than a cannabis dealer
You fake don't [?] for a feature
Your moms my type, keep running a preacher
I can't be talking that shit cause I pray on my balls
I'm late for my meeting, I'm poppin' a [?]
You sayin' I'm addicted, I'm racin' these thoughts
Location, bitch? Savin' my time up
Hope make you pacing the line up
No bet, I'm the underdog
You mufucks ain't shit, even [?] the cause
[Verse 3: GXNER]
Blew out the back, out the back of that ho
And I make it pop like a soda, no Coke
Get top in the back then I switch to the rolls
Got two hundred tecs, I got too many poles
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Pockets too fat they be gaining some weight
I'm feeling like Kirby the bong finna break
Saw me in public I'm popping his brain
Knocking out his skull
Put his brains all on the wall
I'ma walk around the halls
Ho I can not stand you all
Back, move back, move back, move back yeah
[Verse 4: Mango The Only]
Who the fuck are you? I'm MANGO THE ONLY!
Better buckle in, I swallow Vicodin
I put the emphasis in Hysteria, pack a bitch
Let's go cause a riot, I promise you we the fish
Outta the catacombs now I'm speakin' in the gibberish
Bitches be flowin', like in a minute I'ma finish it
Lit shit flow sick than fucking syphilis
Blunt so fat, would of thought there was a kid in it
Class clown, better pull up with bag now
Bat down, better pull up with the rats out
Unemployed, but I really want the cash now
Joe Biden, better figure up all this shit out
Ayy, Kirby
Remember that one time I put a sardine in your fucking peanut butter jelly sandwich
[Verse 5: SEMTEXX]
Bitch, I'ma blow up
I do not pick up the phone, uh
All of you pussies been fake, wasted
Stuck in my room, I don't know what the today is
Yeah, I got left [?] bitch and I'm gonna lose my shit
He could just eat my fist
Get your bitch fucked
[?] I can not give a fuck
I got [?]
I cannot sleep with these thoughts in my head
[?]
I open you like a [?]
Demons I hang with the reaper
[?]
[Verse 6: guap sensei]
[?]
[Outro: ?]
This following is brought to you by Hysteria
Where we all have issues
Ahh